Lancer stumbled out of bed and fell across the room to slam his fist down on the alarm clock. The only way he could make sure it woke him up was putting it across the room
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Kwan woke up to the sound of feet in the hallway. For a moment, he wondered why Masters was walking around outside the door to his room. Then the memories came rushing back. He frowned as he rolled out of bed, disturbing kitty and puppies.
After dressing in the only clothes he had left, Kwan wandered down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed, slapping a hand over his eyes. That was definitely not a sight he expected to wake up to in the morning.
Kwan carried the plate over to the table and set before Lancer as he took his seat again. "I always thought I knew who I was," he admitted and took a drink from his coffee. "And then things started changing, and now I'm more confused than ever about who I am."
Lancer picked up a slice of toast and bit into it. He pushed the plate toward Kwan in offering. "Don't let the confusion bother you," he said after a swallow. "You do not need to know in order to be."
"After I wake up," Lancer said, gesturing to his mug of coffee. "And probably would be best to wait until the store open. But first we need to find you a shirt to wear."
A rush of relief. Kwan didn't want to suffer the embarrassment of being seen in one of Lancer's shirts like the Hawaiian one.
The second load of toast popped up, and Kwan got up to grab them. Down the hallway, he could hear the kitty and puppies running about in the room he'd been given.
"The animals are awake," Lancer said about the racket coming from the second bedroom. And then the racket changed and two ghosts and a dog came barrelling into the kitchen. Kitty laid down under the table and began gnawing on Lancer's big toe.
"So it would seem," Kwan said, smiling as Phantom came bounding into the kitchen. The puppy sat down in front of him, tail wagging and barking. The ghost dog followed suit.
Lancer stood up, earning growls from Kitty. "The moment he starts eating my feet like Kitty does he becomes an outside dog," Lancer warned. He went to the fridge and started looking for some suitably dog food-like material that might be in there.
And Kitty followed him to pounce and gnaw on his feet.
"Well lets hope he doesn't eat anyone's feet. When living animals eat things those things tend to not be there anymore and I, for one, would rather my feet remain attached."
Hmm... Leftover taco meat, leftover rice... Not quite the same stuff dog food was made of but probably better for him than kibble. He mixed some together in a bowl and handed it to Kwan. "That's about what dog food is made of," he said. "Maybe a higher meat content than he's used to but as he's a carnivore it's not a bad thing."
"As long as it's food," Kwan said, setting the bowl down on the ground. The two puppies happily pounced on the food. Kwan picked up a slice of toast and took a bite.
"He's housebroken, right?" Lancer asked. Going solely by what last summer's internet had said Phantom was at least a year old. He'd better be housebroken or he was gonna be an outside dog real fast.
"Of course," Kwan answered, looking mildly offended at the suggestion that his puppy might not be housebroken. "Do you think Masters would have liked a puppy that's not housebroken running around his suite?"
After dressing in the only clothes he had left, Kwan wandered down the hallway and into the kitchen.
"Whoa!" he exclaimed, slapping a hand over his eyes. That was definitely not a sight he expected to wake up to in the morning.
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"When should we go shopping?"
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"No, I'll let you pick one out. I think I have some not-as-embarrassing shirts in there, somewhere."
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The second load of toast popped up, and Kwan got up to grab them. Down the hallway, he could hear the kitty and puppies running about in the room he'd been given.
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"I'm going to need some dog food too."
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And Kitty followed him to pounce and gnaw on his feet.
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"I think he's more likely to start eating my feet than yours." Kwan carried the plate of toast back to the table with the two dogs following him.
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Hmm... Leftover taco meat, leftover rice... Not quite the same stuff dog food was made of but probably better for him than kibble. He mixed some together in a bowl and handed it to Kwan. "That's about what dog food is made of," he said. "Maybe a higher meat content than he's used to but as he's a carnivore it's not a bad thing."
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